I reach down, putting my fingers in the waistband of her panties, and pull them off her legs, leaving her completely naked except for her red heels. Those are definitely staying on.
I climb on top of her, pinning her beneath me with my big body. Her legs go around my hips, and I move into position to take her.
Pressing my lips gently to hers, I let her taste herself on my lips.
“I love you, Katie.”
Her hands rub my chest. “I love you, too, Mark.”
I push my cock inside her in one quick thrust, and she inhales sharply but doesn’t try to move away. Instead, she pulls me closer to her, and I kiss her cheek and neck, trying to get her mind off the quick pain.
“Relax, baby. Just breathe.”
I rub my hands up and down her sides, pinching her nipples a little as I go, trying to get her back to the blissful state she was in just moments ago.
After a few beats, she relaxes a little and starts to move under me. I slowly thrust inside her, trying to be as gentle as I can with my cock. A few more thrusts and she’s raising her hips to meet mine.
“More,” she moans, as she closes her eyes and throws her head back.
I lean down, latching on to her nipple and biting it gently as I thrust harder into her. Her snug channel grips me tightly, and I’m seconds from cumming.
Reaching between us, I find her clit and give it a few sweet touches before she’s pulsing on my cock and letting out another orgasm, this one made more powerful by our connection, and she clings to me as she cums.
I feel her nails dig into my arms, and my cock throbs as I cum inside her. My balls draw up and empty everything into her, not leaving a single space inside her where I haven’t been.
When we both come down from our peaks, I hold myself up on my elbows and look down at her. We’re both sporting big goofy grins, and my heart is about to burst, it’s so full of love.
She’s absolutely flawless, and goddamn, I’m a lucky bastard.
I wake to a deliciously sore feeling all over my body. I can’t believe how many times we made love yesterday. Neither of us were able to get enough of each other. It was more perfect than anything I could have imagined.
Rolling to my side, I reach for him but come up empty-handed. I quickly sit up as a shiver of panic shoots through me. Was it all a dream? The sweet ache between my legs reminds me that it wasn’t. As do his clothes, which litter the bedroom floor, a sight I’d never thought I’d see in my life.
Moments later, he’s standing in the bedroom doorway, almost completely naked except for a pair for boxer briefs that hug his thighs like a second skin. Jesus, the man really is big and hard all over. His pictures did not do his size justice.
“I guess you get to eat first.” My eyes shoot to his, and that’s when I see he has a tray in his hand and a smirk on his face from catching me ogling his body.
“We can eat together.” I sit up straight, putting my back to the headboard, leaving my breasts on full display. Now he’s the one doing the ogling. His eyes devour me hungrily.
It’s crazy how I went from shy to openly baiting him with my body, but he does that to me. I learned through the night that this man is utterly obsessed with my body and me. One time he even made me lie on the bed while he stroked himself to release as he gazed at me.
He said he’d masturbated so many times to my pictures that he had to try it with me really being there. I didn’t know watching a man pleasure himself could be so intoxicating.
“I wanted to wake you by eating your pussy for breakfast, then feed you.” A cocky grin spreads across his face, then he licks his lips like he’s tasting me there.
My pussy clenches at the thought of him waking me with his mouth. How did I live without him?
He makes his way over to me and sets the tray on the bed.
“I tried to cook and failed.” He adopts a little pout like he’s upset he couldn’t do what he wanted to. I didn’t think Marines could pout, but his is adorably sexy.
I look down at the tray and see a mix of pastries that I’d made yesterday piled onto a plate.
“I’ll clean up the kitchen. It looks like a bomb went off in there,” he says hoarsely, making me burst out laughing. He destroyed the kitchen and has no food to show for it.
“It’s clear you’re going to be the one doing all the cooking for us.”
I like the sound of that. I think it’s endearing that he’s terrible at something and he needs me to take care of him. It’s a sweet warm feeling to feel needed.
“You know I love cooking and baking for you,” I admit. He drops onto the bed and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms easily. The way he moves me around so effortlessly probably turns me on more than it should, but I love it. He makes me feel small and womanly when I’m next to him.